Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Shoche,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.